Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 6 – Fight Starts

Alvin and Ian look around between Victor and I, beginning to put things together. They’re smart, after all. “You know each other!” Ian says, beaming at me. “Cool!”

Alvin turns his face to me, not relinquishing his grip on his father’s leg. “We like him, Mama! Can he be our uncle, like Mark?” Heat rises to my face. If only they knew how ironic that question is.

“Victor, I -“ I begin, but he interrupts me.

“Evelyn. We need to talk. Now.” His arms are crossed formidably across his chest, a sharp contrast to the two boys sweetly clinging to him.

I nod and bite my lip. “Come on, boys,” I say, putting my hands out to them. They slowly unwind themselves from Victor’s legs and com over to me. I take each by the hand and crouch down so my face is level with theirs. “Give me and Victor a moment, please. Are you hungry? There are some snacks over there.” I point towards the craft services table.

They nod and begin to make their way over to the food, waving to Victor as they go. “Bye, Uncle Victor!”

“We’ll see you soon!”

“Victor…” I say, standing and preparing myself for his rage. But I stop short, again, surprised by the tenderness I see on his face as he watches the boys run away.

“You’re good with them,” he says, watching the two boys grab four donuts, one for each hand.

I shrug. “They’re my sons.”

His face darkens as he looks at me. “Our sons, Evelyn. Come.”

He nods to his Beta – god, it’s been years since I’ve seen someone with a Beta – who gestures towards an open door. We enter the room, which is plain and mostly empty, like an interrogation chamber. Great.

door. “This is the second time your lies have

to have a f*****g

off against each other, standing almost literally

children from me, my sons! I knew you were willful, Evelyn, but you’ve gone too

I am ready to rip him to shreds at the implication that my boys –

alive who could smell them and not know

the table, which slides backwards. “Have stolen from me my rights as their father, and their rights as

took nothing from you,” I say, hating that fear is starting to creep into my voice. I raise my voice to cover it, willing courage into my words. “You are the one who told me never to enter your presence again, who allowed me to be expelled from the pack

his

I continue, my rage building,

were expelled?

him this time, “As if you didn’t know. It’s your pack, Victor, isn’t it? You know everything that goes on in it?” I mock him here,

anger has abated slightly.

never picked up! What, Vic. Too busy to check your

backs off, thinking. “My

skirt and brushing back my hair. “Whatever, Victor, I don’t want to hear your excuses. The fact is, those children were born to a lone female wolf outside of a pack,” I narrow my eyes at him, superior in my knowledge of my rights. “And there’s no law that says a rogue can’t raise her own

children were conceived in

I’m such a slut, who would believe you that they were conceived that night? Who wouldn’t believe that you found me after

a fake, Evelyn,” Victor hurls the insult at me. “You always have been – ever since

sons. But I’m not fake – every choice I made, from the moment I walked out of Joyce’s room that night, has been the best choice for me. I

the insult off and pulling the